Friday, November 8, 2013

Wiped out!

As I get older, this darn Fibromyalgia seems to get worse. I am not sure if it actually does, or if it is just that at my age, anything makes a difference.

I am sitting here, in the recliner, which is as close to vertical as I have gotten today. Everything hurts. My daily meds made enough of a difference to get me from the bed to the recliner, but even with that I needed an extra dose of the stronger PRN pain killer to ease, somewhat, the aching in my shoulder and arm from two days of driving.

At 61 years old, and fast approaching 62, can I blame the Fibro or am I just getting old?

1 comment:

I'm baaaaaaaccck!! ;-) Have to tell you, since I am older, that part of it is age. :-) No one ever told me we just wilt away. LOLOL I don't envy you the Fibro though and have heard aging does make it worse, or is it the other way around. Either way it can't be fun and my prayers go out to you Teresa!!! I am now semi retired, so I will be by more often. Have missed reading your posts. Saw about your husbands school closing. Not any fun either!!! On the bright side.....you will have more time for each other, although thinking you already know how to make quality together time. Enough and on to hopping. Missed you. Hugs,

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Why "Tilting at Windmills"?

When I started this blog in October 2007, there was a story here about my connection to "Tilting With Windmills". Much of what was in that post no longer applies. Much other of it still does. So, here's the story.

When I was graduating from high school, more than 40 years ago, a group of my friend presented me with a print of Picasso's Don Quixote. They said it reminded me of them.

I get upset when things are wrong, even though getting upset cannot fix them. I dislike people who are cruel or petty or self-serving, and am frustrated that I cannot change them. I fight a daily battle with my health, although I know that every new day is another battle. I have a husband and close friends who support me, even when what I want or believe seems crazy.

So, the comparison with Don Quixote is perhaps an apt one. The story encourages me to take on the battles I see, even the hopeless ones. It reminds me to try to see the best in people. It comforts me that, in the end, even if my actions are futile, they are not meaningless.

I mean to try to continue "to dream the impossible dream".

Picasso's Don Quixote

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